ALT #386: I Could With a Grenade
I Could With a Grenade
Summary: Theres speculation in the Mess regarding who might be responsible for the explosions in the simulators.
Date: 27/Jan/2014
Related Logs: Burning Wings
Toby Elias 
Mess Hall - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The Crew Mess on the Orion is one of the larger rooms meant for occupation. The room is far longer than it is wide with the classic stainless steel tables that can be seen anywhere else on the ship, standard to all navy ships. Most of the chairs match, their padding on the seats worn down after several years. Towards the rear of the room is the food prep area and serving lines. During the time in between meals the Mess will serve midrats, or 'mid-shift rations', such as sandwiches and drinks. Coffee pots are left to run at all hours to keep people going as needed.
AWD #386

It's dinner time for main shift, meaning the mess is neigh-on full. It's also noisy with animated conversations happening from table to table as people discuss the latest goings on, well, going on singular really, there might be conversations going on that aren't about the explosions but they're harder to find and significantly less vocal. "Fracking obvious isn't it," Toby is busy explaining, loudly, to a fellow knuckledragger, "we've got toasters running around onboard and suddenly everyone's surprised when shit like this happens? Just ask those from the Rabul, they had fracking Sixes lobbing grenades into their bearthings. They're not blinkered like half this fracking ship seems to be."

The Intel Officer is not frequently seen in the Mess, and Elias is none too excited to be here at this crowded hour. The young Captain makes his way down the isle between tables, tray held high. Toby's comments might normally have gone unheard in this crowd, save for the volume he's using, and Elias' mouth tightens as he overhears the Crewman's comments, and he pauses near the table. There's a glimmer of recognition when his gaze settles on the speaker. He's spoken with the man before. What was his name? Elias frowns faintly as he considers, but can't bring it to mind. He glances at the other personnel at Toby's table, taking in their reaction as he stops quietly behind the Deckie to listen.

Reactions seem to be mixed, some people agreeing, some just nodding along so they can get on with their food in peace. What is lacking though is anyone actually standing up for the cylons. An avionics tech notes that there's been no arrests yet which is met with a brief nod and the joyusly optomistic, "yeah, our Six and Eleven might have made sure they had witnesses and so on, don't forget though, there's still a lot we don't know from the rest of us." A quick drink and then, "remember when that One was loose though, how long did it take for the MPs to find it? Even when they knew exactly what it looked like and that it hadn't left the ship? I swear it was a fraking week or more, could be another of them, or even another Six or something. Reckon about the only thing we can rule out is a centurian, even the fraking marines can recognise them." It seems though, that with the general hustle of the place, that Toby hasn't noticed the officer stood behind him.

Elias does not seem terribly surprised at the reaction around the table. But there are no pitchforks and torches, at least. He listens silently to the talk, making absoutely no pretense about doing otherwise. Then the Captain clears his throat, trying to get Toby's attention, and to interrupt. "Pardon me, Crewman."

Toby is not the only Crewman in the discussion, and so Elias gets a couple of other's turning to him as well, but his proximity to the knuckledragger seems a clear enough indication as to just which of them he was addressing specifically. "Looking to join us?" he asks, somewhat sceptically, the place is fairly full but there are other seats around if you look for them. There's also a faint challenge in his eyes, he's off duty and doesn't figure he's breaking any regs, so as far as he's concerned he's done nothing to warrent the intervention of an officer.

The 'invitation' gets little visible reaction from Elias. The Intel Officer is stand-offish to start with, and an Tactical officer joining a table full of knuckledraggers is probably not a normal occurrance. "Thank you, but no." It hardly sounds like a crack-down is coming, as his tone is deliberately conversational, if a bit aloof. "Do you have any actual information about the explosions in the sims?"

"I've looked over some of the gear from the sim in question," Toby states as he reaches for another quick drink, "ain't no fraking accident I'll tell you that. Told the MPs the same thing, but we're still looking for more clues as to exactly what was done." He's relaxed a little now that it doesn't seem that he's about to get chewed out, although he can't help but then add, "can't really talk about the specifics of it yet though, too early in the investigation." Not that he's momentarilly enjoying the sensation of knowing things an intel officer might not yet at all of course. All he does though is offer anohter brief shrug, "don't take a fraking genius to work out who benifits from taking out the Wing though does it?"

Elias listens with a focused attentiveness, watching Toby closely as the Crewman speaks. "I see," he murmurs without surprise when the explosion is pronounced as no accident. Does it take a genius to work out who might have caused sabotage? "No," Elias agrees evenly. "But let me ask you this: Could you have rigged that equipment to explode?"

"Explode?" Toby replies rhetorically, "nope. Don't get me wrong, I could have fraked it up pretty bad if I wanted to stop it from working, but actually explode? Nope, that shit's hard to do." He considers for a moment or two then offers, "reckon the best I coulda done is rig in a rocket from an ejector seat, which would have been nasty sure, but not like this was."

Elias mmm-hmms as he mulls Toby's explanation over, then gives a small nod as he reaches his own conclusion. "Just a word of advice, Crewman. You may want to keep quiet about your own involvement in finding out who did this. Especially if it is a skinjob, hiding amongst the crew." He glances down the table, taking in the other crew members seated there.

"Although," Toby then adds, more for those sitting with him than Elias, "I probably could have if I had access to the small arms locker and say, the grenades in there." The implication there is heavy, although he's not outright saying anything. Elias gets a mildly disinterested shrug though, "half the fraking ship knows it's Deck that doing the technical legwork, ain't no secret there. Besides, if they want to fraking bring it then all the more chance they'll get caught out and dealt with. Hopefully via the nearest airlock."

The involvement of explosives doesn't look to be any shock to Elias, but he does give Toby a calculating look when the crewman chooses to mention grenades from the small arms locker specifically. The Deckie's disinterest in his advice earns a tight smile from the Intel Officer. "If you're volunteering as bait, Crewman, you may want to mention it to the MPs first." Then he turns to go, apparently satisfied that he's learned all he can here. Or at least all he can, standing in the crowded mess hall with a tray of food cooling in his hand.

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